Shane dragged a last puff out of her cigarette. It burned till the tip of her fingers and she gave out a little yelp. She threw it into the beer can she had for an ashtray. Reaching absentmindedly beside her, she retrieved her pack of cigarettes dug into it, only to realize that that was the last stick in the pack. She crunched up the pack and throw it lightly, to her side, landing with a clunk against the empty beer cans. Her eyes followed the pack and she frowned as she realized that not only was there no more cigarettes, there were no more beer too.

“*****” Shane sighed under her breath. She glanced around her back at the kitchen and thought it might be a good idea to ransack the kitchen for alcohol and nicotine. She took a deep breath and willed herself to stand, somewhat unsteadily. Her legs were asleep and the alcohol was making her wizzy. She shook her head out of the wizziness and strolled into the kitchen.

As she scrounged around the entire kitchen, opening all the cupboards in sight, she was starting to realize that there were no more of those mind numbing stuff to be found. Just then, her stomach let out a low growl, and Shane decided that food seemed to be a good idea as well. She repeated the procedure again. This time looking for some ready to eat stuff, being too lazy to cook and all. As  she hunted around for biscuits, she heard footsteps coming into the kitchen and looked up just in time to see Jenny walking in.

“Hey.” Shane greeted Jenny and continued her quest for food.

Jenny stopped by the wall and leaned on it. She stared at Shane and watched her open and close the cupboards. As the moments passed, Shane felt more and more uncomfortable and she stood up from the bottom cabinet and turned to look at Jenny inquisitively. Jenny’s eyes never left Shane, neither did she say a word. Shane fidgeted around in discomfort, like a little kid caught stealing in a candy store. Not liking the tension building up at all, Shane wanted to leave as fast as she could.